I used to be a calm and quiet man
For whom no trouble could be justified,
Before whose eyes precise objections ran
To every project, who was mollified
By nothing but assurances that pain
Would be completely absent from his life,
Who did not even like to risk the rain,
Much less a greater danger or more strife,
A man whose very confidence in God
Relied on sunny weather and flat seas,
Who thought of inconveniences as odd
Detritus wafted toward him by the breeze.
But now because of you I find in me
An appetite for more uncertainty.
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